ACTION; || Show me what it's like to be the last one standing.
[ She is back in her memories, swept away in darkness and chains and an akuma she is determined to bring down with. Here she is, throwing away her life, and there are screams in her head that are not hers. Empty eyes and curses and so much, so much screaming.
She remembers Suman, she remembers crying and remembers him crying and he only wanted to go back to his family but the Innocence... the Innocence recognizes him as a traitor, and she sees it all over again, when a sacred gift consumes a man. She's back down there again, with the water pressure and heavy boots and her lungs and heart fighting, burning precious air and she needs it
-- Where's Allen-kun?
She remembers the sharp, sharp pain of loss, and it doesn't fit, all the puzzles in her world, but it doesn't matter, because she's dying.
She has inadvertently fallen asleep against within the confines of the library, she wakes with a sharp gasp, opens her eyes to darkness. She's drowning on dry land, tears in her eyes, streaming down her face and fingers clutching the dark cloth on her chest, would have torn through if it isn't durable material. If it isn't her exorcist's uniform, with the cross branded into her back.
Breathe. Breathe. Please.
And it is all a dream. ]
[ooc: In the library, late at night; she'd fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Feel free to bump into her at any time. ]
She remembers Suman, she remembers crying and remembers him crying and he only wanted to go back to his family but the Innocence... the Innocence recognizes him as a traitor, and she sees it all over again, when a sacred gift consumes a man. She's back down there again, with the water pressure and heavy boots and her lungs and heart fighting, burning precious air and she needs it
-- Where's Allen-kun?
She remembers the sharp, sharp pain of loss, and it doesn't fit, all the puzzles in her world, but it doesn't matter, because she's dying.
She has inadvertently fallen asleep against within the confines of the library, she wakes with a sharp gasp, opens her eyes to darkness. She's drowning on dry land, tears in her eyes, streaming down her face and fingers clutching the dark cloth on her chest, would have torn through if it isn't durable material. If it isn't her exorcist's uniform, with the cross branded into her back.
Breathe. Breathe. Please.
And it is all a dream. ]
[ooc: In the library, late at night; she'd fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Feel free to bump into her at any time. ]